Open Poetry #9 |
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I attack through the center... (revised) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
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I attack through the center. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Thus if I take his queen first, for instance, then his king is just a matter of time. The pawns skip the squares on the first move only, still not knowing their hierarchical order, and the knights as though unicorns hop gracefully, calmly, toward the enemy out of the corner. The two queens rave in passion, becoming very ecstatic, “off with her head!” pointing at each other. Who would have thought chess would get so dramatic? Black and white figures ardently hover and only my king alone, is lonesome and grieving neither charging nor hiding, just waiting while his subjects are fighting for life and living,-- he is squared like some mime,- it’s degrading! The black bishop makes two moves down the left lateral. and the spectators quickly record them. At this time, my king resigns as the admiral and commits suicide out of boredom. The game of chess was never for simpletons,-- every move involves great precision. Thus I surrendered and went for the Wimbledon,-- Kournikova is playing on television. Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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